[Lupin's jaw set and his spine steeled at Adele's tantrum and Luke's ultimatum. Regardless of what they said, what they believed...clearly everything that had happened over the last several months was a mistake. A grave one.]

Your suggestion is too late, Luke. I have my own ideas.

[He unclipped the holster for his Walther and the matching one for his Bryar and let them drop to the bed with a soft thud. His coat and journal were gathered a moment later, and Lupin turned to leave.

Not without a passing comment.]

The bigger pity, Adele, is that I let all of you get under my skin. Clearly this was never going to work.

[He left--but the items left behind spoke more truly.

The thief will be back. Eventually.]